Guess what guys? WINNING. Seriously. Me and Charlie are rowing the same boat this week. We are eating crazyfruit from the same tree. There are major life changes afoot here. I'll update you all in a week or so when I'm sure I'm not dreaming.
In the meantime, look at this miserable little pumpkin. She hates tummy time with the heat of a thousand suns. Tummy time is such a bad time for her I'm thinking about canning it altogether.
What's the worst that could happen? It's not like she will NEVER be able to hold up her head, right? I have this terrible image of Ceci in high school, all dressed up like Joan Cusack in Sixteen Candles, and her orthodontia is actually wired to her neck brace, because she can't hold up her damn neck.
So there's that. And here's my nightmare scenario- she's teased so much about her orthodontia-neck brace apparatus that she drops out of school and becomes an exotic dancer.... At the circus! The naked lady with no bones in her neck! Poor Ceci.
Parenthood is so stressful.
